A Woman on the Dump (Debora Greger Poems)
Is it peace,Is it a philosopher's honeymoon, one findsOn the dump?-Wallace StevensOut of the cracks of cups and their handles, ...
Is it peace,Is it a philosopher's honeymoon, one findsOn the dump?-Wallace StevensOut of the cracks of cups and their handles, ...
<i>Money is a kind of poetry.</i>- Wallace StevensMoney, the long green,cash, stash, rhino, jackor just plain dough.Chock it up, fork ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup"Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him at evens; The race is all over, ...
I think you're wonderful and so does everyone else.Just as Jackie Kennedy has a baby boy, so will you—even bigger.You ...
Morning, if this late withered light can claimSome kindred with that merry flameWhich the young day was wont to fling ...
The skin of the lake sliced not quite silently the fiberglass keel cutting the waves yet almost still after midnight ...
our dreams of life, hope walking into your courts, Lord eternity there October 26, 2009 Ephesians 3:20 book, "Walking with ...
each of us given special, our own unique gifts used for the Lord October 26, 2009 Ephesians 3:20 book, "Walking ...
I wonder, what will they say if I speak the words the callings on my heart the steady drumbeat the ...
How do we know when the call is from the Lord How do we know when we should leave our ...
Within the first disciples those who left their nets skills of the fishermen making them fishers of men instead Hidden ...
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
A fine line in the sand of import to find balance of equities costs yes, expenses no parsing subtleties of ...
In memory of Marjorie Carr Stevens Each day with so much ceremony begins, with birds, with bells, with whistles from ...
Memories bursting like tears or waves On some lonely Adriatic shore Beating again and again Threshings of green sea foam ...
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't. But was amaz'd on ...
for Jim Cummins In Iowa, Jim dreamed that Della Street was Anne Sexton's twin. Dave drew a comic strip called ...
If Ezra Pound were alive today (and he is) he'd be teaching at a small college in the Pacific Northwest ...
I could stare for hours at her, the woman stepping out of her bath, breasts bare, towel around her waist, ...
People sit numbly at the counter waiting for breakfast or service. Today it's Hartford, Connecticut more than twenty-five years after ...
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